Had a dream that we were dead, but we pretended that we still lived.
With no regrets we never bled and we took everything life could give
And came up broken empty handed in the end
In the hearts of the blind, something you'll never find is a vision of light
With the voice of the dead, I'm screaming

I don't know who I am anymore
Not once in life have I been real but I never felt this close before
I've been looking in your window I've been dressing in your clothes
I've been walking dead, watching you, long enough to know I can't go on.

Had a dream that fire fell from an opening in the sky
Someone warned me of this hell, and I spit in his naive eye
And left him crying for my soul he said would die.
In the hearts of the blind something you'll never find is a vision of light
With the voice of the dead I'm screaming

I don't know who I am anymore.
Not once in life have I been real, but I've never felt this close before
I've been looking in your window, been dressing in your clothes,
I've been watching you long enough to know I can't go on.

In the hearts of the blind, something you'll never find is a vision of light
With the voice of the dead, I'm screaming

I don't know who I am anymore.
Not once in life have I been real, but I've never felt this close before
I've been looking in your window, been dressing in your clothes,
I've been watching you long enough to know I can't go on.

I've been looking in your window I've been dressing in your clothes
I've been walking dead, watching you, long enough to know I can't go on.



Behind the Song:
3:45am
Tonight, I can’t seem to get my daughters words out of my head... “All is vanity underneath the sun..”

6.1.02 I had two nightmares last night. In the first, I dreamed that I was in a huge crowd of people. We were all dead, but we pretended that we still lived. We did everything we could to experience the highest heights that life here has to offer, but we all started to feel a vacuum growing within our souls. All happiness was only as brief as a snowflake hitting a warm tongue. It began to drive us insane. I realized I was fighting for the Dread Army. All of the sudden a man appeared in the sky and we were all watching him. He was more alive than any of us had ever been and it made us all want to live. From the depth of every heart we began screaming in unison, “I don’t know who I am anymore! Not once in life have I been real, but I’ve never felt this close before! I’ve been walking dead, watching you, long enough to know I can’t go on!” I woke up devastated at having felt the emptiness of our enemies. I love them all. Later that night I dreamed fire fell from the sky. I remembered prophecies I’d heard about hell, ones I’d scoffed at. I never wanted to believe in it, but somewhere in the back of my heart, I worried the prophecies might be true. Here in my dream I saw the reality of it. This is the fate of our world without Love, and so many people I loved were lost in the midst of this fire. Again I woke up weeping at the potential fate of our enemies. I love them all so much.